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It’s black! It’s white! Habemas papam. We have a pope. I love the drama and the pomp. And the Latin, which takes me back to Mrs. Bullard's Latin classes at
I like that the new pope was selected on my birthday, that he is a Jesuit from
Although my mother’s dad, my grandfather Loretto Luchetti, studied briefly for the priesthood, according to family lore, he was happy to escape its clutches at the time, in the early 20th century, leaving Rome and his family to come to America, a talented, multi-lingual, musical shoemaker. My grandmother Julia was related somehow to a family of Waldensians, Italian protestants, and was devout. My grandfather’s job was to take her to church every Sunday, but as far as I know he never went in with her. In fact, he’d drop off grandma then run over to see my mom, his daughter, have a shot of whiskey in his coffee, and play the horses! He was funny. His green eyes sparkled. We adored him.
Pope Francis will accept it all. He will be tolerant. He will be a busy man, an instrument of peace. He has a lot to do, a full agenda, but something tells me he's up to the challenges, both practical and spiritual. He went to get his own luggage today; took streetcars in Buenos Aires, lives simply. I think he will want to cut the Vatican down to size, literally and figuratively, so that it is transparent, accessible. He understands the poverty in the world, as well as the glory. So many of us, no matter our backgrounds or religious beliefs or where we live, will look to his leadership to end poverty and bring social justice on earth. Maybe I'm being overly optimistic, but I think Pope Francis is a dove, a messenger of hope and peace on earth as it is in heaven. .